Page 48 of Dangers of Love

His hands caught mine, fingers curling around my wrists. He lifted our hands before kissing my fingers, kissing the ring. Our mouths found each other’s again, and we tumbled back on the bed together. Hands tugged at clothes, found buttons, and zippers. Newly bared skin practically sparked with each point of contact, radiating out until the spaces between us crackled with electricity.

His lips trailed down my throat, kissed the hollow there. I tipped my head back, eyes closing. A hand covered my breast, fingers plucked at my nipple, teased it. His erection was hot against my hip, the skin soft but the muscle hard. Teeth scraped against my collarbone, and I moaned, losing myself in the sensations.

A hand between my legs had me arching my back, pushing my hips toward him. His finger slid over my clit, and I gasped at the jolt of pleasure that went through me. He chuckled, the vibration adding to everything I was feeling.

“So wet for me,” he murmured.

“Yes,” I agreed. “For you.”

A single digit slipped inside me, the heel of his palm pressing against my clit. With single-minded deliberation, he worked his hand over me, his finger inside me, pushing me toward climax. When his lips latched onto my nipple, I cried out, my nails digging into his arms. He sucked hard, a faint edge of pain to the pleasure his mouth was giving me.

“Come for me,” he whispered a moment before he took that sensitive flesh between his teeth and bit down.

The shock drove me over the edge, and a sound that I could only describe as a keen came out of my mouth. The orgasm ripped through me, turning everything into the sort of blinding, powerful ecstasy that wiped out the rest of the world.

When I came down, Eoin was on his side, looking at me while stroking himself with his free hand. The pleased expression on his face made me smile, and the sight of how turned on I’d made him brought my own arousal flooding back. Then he did something that made my heart ache in a different way.

He leaned over and kissed my stomach. The soft look in his eyes left no doubt as to the reason for his gentle gesture. If I’d had any doubt about his feelings toward our very unplanned child, that would have eliminated them altogether.

I reached for him, and we kissed, something unhurried and sweet that had as much fire as previous ones, just slower burning. I leaned into him, running my hand down his chest to his stomach and lower. Just before I reached my goal, he stopped me and rolled me onto my back again.

“Not yet.” He kissed down my body, spreading my legs apart before settling between them. “I want to make you come with my mouth at least once before I’m inside you.”

As he lowered his head, I fisted the comforter and the ring –myring – pinched my finger, reminding me of its presence. Reminding me of what it meant. That he was mine as much as I was his. That this beautiful, amazing man – the father of my child – belonged to me.

Things might not have gone according to plan, but I couldn’t regret any of it. Not when it had led me here.

Twenty-Seven

Eoin

The scentof peaches woke me up, and it took a moment for me to remember why my bed smelled like fruit. Aline. My eyes opened, my need to reassure myself that she really was here greater than me wanting to sleep a little longer. Once I saw her, I couldn’t look away.

We were both on our sides, her back to my front. Her body was curled up, making her look even smaller than she was, and a surge of protectiveness went through me. I slid my hand from her hip to her stomach, wondering when I’d be able to feel the changes to her body, when the baby would start to move, how big it was right now.

Was it a boy or girl? Would Aline want to know before or have it be a surprise? When would we be able to tell?

I had a lot of research to do, I realized. I wanted to do this right, and that meant not leaving everything up to Aline. Some of the questions colliding together in my brain were the kind that she and I could talk about. I could find the answers for all the others myself. Show her that I meant everything I’d said. That she and the baby were my future, my family.

My chest tightened with the intensity of my feelings. I had parents and siblings I loved, a niece I would do anything for, even if I wasn’t the sort of person who showed or talked about that kind of thing, but this was something else. Like my center of gravity had shifted.

I honestly didn’t even have the words to explain it. I just knew that every choice I made from here on out would be based on what was best for Aline and the baby. I would protect them both, no matter the cost to me or anyone else.

As my thoughts kept going on that path, I suddenly remembered that the paperwork I’d gotten from Cain about my health and life insurance through the agency was still sitting on my desk at work.

Dammit.

I needed to make Aline the beneficiary for my life insurance and add her and the baby to my health insurance. I hadn’t told Cain why I’d needed that information so soon after I’d filled it out originally, even though I’d already been planning the proposal when I’d talked to him. I hadn’t wanted to risk him telling Freedom and spoiling the surprise for Aline. If the sisters were even talking. It’d been the distraction of what I’d been planning that’d made me forget the papers.

I supposed I could have waited until I went back to the office, but I didn’t want to delay, especially with the holidays possibly slowing down the process. If the loss of my mother and Leo had taught me anything, it was that everything could change in an instant.

I sighed. I’d wanted to stay in all day with Aline, but I wouldn’t be able to relax or enjoy myself if I didn’t go get the papers.

It took some maneuvering, but I managed to get out of the bed without waking her. She needed more rest than she was getting. While I didn’t think Martina was pressuring Aline to work at the boutique, I doubted Martina was discouraging it either, though that could change now that Martina knew that Aline was pregnant.

In the end, it wasn’t Martina’s responsibility. Aline was my fiancée, carrying my child. I’d take care of her now, and I’d start by letting her sleep while I dealt with the insurance business.

Not wanting her to wake up alone and not know where I was, I wrote a quick note and hung it on the fridge. Maybe I’d stop to pick up something special for us to have for lunch too.

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